The old priest lay dying in the hospital. For years he had faithfully served the people of the nation's capital. He motioned for his nurse to come near. "Yes, Father?" said the nurse. "I would really like to see President Obama and Hillary Clinton before I die," whispered the priest. "I'll see what I can do, Father." replied the nurse. The nurse sent the request to the White house and waited for a response. Soon the word arrived; Obama and Clinton would be delighted to visit the priest. As they went to the hospital, Hillary commented to Obama, "I don't know why the old priest wants to see us, but it will certainly help our images and might even get me elected President. After all, I'm IN IT TO WIN IT." Obama agreed it was a good thing. When they arrived at the priest's room, the priest took Obama’s hand in his right hand and Hillary's hand in his left. There was silence and a look of serenity on the old priest's face. Finally President Obama spoke. "Father, of all the people you could have chosen, why did you choose us to be with you as you near the end?" The old priest slowly replied, "I have always tried to pattern my life After our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ." "Amen," said Obama. "Amen," said Hillary. The old priest continued, "Jesus died between two lying thieves. I would like to do the same."
What do you want to bet that one of them then smothered him with his own pillow while the other went through is pockets?
